The white fat man was stupid, he finally understood what kind of hostile camp he was facing, so he honestly knelt on the ground and waited for the fall.

Several great German nobles proposed to behead their buddies as an example of their pleasure, but Henry, the quarreller of the Grand Duke of Bavaria, was adamantly opposed to this radicalization of the Slavs, as well as the Polish Grand Dukes standing behind them.

He repeatedly stressed that what Germany needed now was stability, that the Elbe was just a small ulcer, that Italy was the Achilles ankle of the Reich, and that if Germany were to be drawn into a long war with Poland because of this foolish decision, Italy might not be just a geographical term.

The Saracens, who had occupied the southern part of the Apennine Peninsula, or the Byzantines, who fantasized about restoring the glory of the Roman Empire, could take advantage of the opportunity to rebel and follow Italy's soft underbelly of threatening Germany.

The Pope kept looking at me amiably during the discussions, which made me feel uncomfortable, and I felt more and more that he might be a group with a special aesthetic, and that yin appearance made people want to put on spiked shoes and kick him in the face.

"Our hero, what do you think should be done with this man?"

When the Pope made the hairs on my back stand up for the third time, he asked me with a smile, and successfully focused the eyes of the audience on me again.

Damn it! I had been moving into a corner little by little, ready to slip away, but now that I was in the spotlight, the image of the Pope's dog-legged man was even more entrenched, and the cautious emperor must have prepared small shoes for me.

"Uh...... I agree with the Grand Duke of Bavaria that peace is paramount, after all, now that Italy is mired in rebellion, Germany's eyes should be on the south. ”

Sitting on stocks with Zhuang is the only way to protect one's self, since the big people have chosen the Huairou policy, their little ant just hugs his thighs.

"The Poles are moving towards unity, their strength is gradually becoming stronger, and as our brothers in Christ, we should not be in the same room with each other, we should form an alliance with the Poles against the aggressive Byzantine Empire."

I know about this Byzantine thousand-year-old empire, which has always had a strong market in Europe before it was killed by the Turks, and I believe that it will also be a strong opponent of Germany and Poland, so it should not be a problem to put it out as a target.

Emperor Otto had been playing with the dagger that cut the flesh, and the whole wild boar leg in front of him was finely divided into rectangular pieces, and there was not a single trace of meat left on the leg bones of Bai Huahua.

I think this brother must have a shadow of childhood, when he was a child, he was asked by his family to attend various specialty tutoring classes, what kind of power and strategy crash course, military command class, special training class and the like, resulting in his current forbearance but unforgiving character, is simply a Donald duck in human skin.

"Let your father come to the border, and I will negotiate with him on an equal footing."

Emperor Otto pushed his cut pork leg in front of the fat white man, who was hungry and gobbled up the pork with his hands, most likely having turned himself into airplane mode to block out all the noise from the outside world.

"My men can defeat him once, and they can defeat him two or three more, and unless he is willing to bear the wrath of the German Emperor, he must sit down at the negotiating table, and under the supervision of His Holiness the Pope, we will discuss the question of the lands of the East."

Emperor Otto impatiently kicked over the plate in front of the fat white man, and the boy finally raised his head to look at him, but his empty eyes did not seem to be listening intently to His Majesty's speech.

"I will send you back to your father, who I have heard of as the brave, and in five days I will wait for him by the Elbe, to see if he has the courage to come here."

"Your Majesty, my father is far away in Gniezno, and I have no way to ensure that the news can be delivered in five days." The white fat man complained.

Emperor Otto shook his head lightly and said: "I believe that he is not far from the battlefield, in addition to the interests of the two countries, I think we can also talk about the question of the remains of my good friend Adalbert in Prague, knowing that he will not be stupid enough to face the thunderous wrath of the whole of Germany, and now Germany is not your enemy." As for who will send you......"

His Majesty the Emperor tilted his head to see that I didn't speak, and an ominous premonition crept up his head along the back of his back, but the white fat man laughed knowingly.

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The scenery along the way is amazing!

It can be said that the flowers are gradually charming eyes, and Asakusa can have no horseshoe......

I know it's autumn, but it's okay to think about the spring coming year, because I can't really find a reason to be happy at the moment.

That's right, Emperor Otto entrusted me with the glorious mission of escorting the Polish prince White Fat to China, and earnestly educated me about the long-standing traditional friendship between the two countries, as well as the family affection of the common people, and instructed me to deal rationally with injustice, maintain the image of my country as a great, bright and correct responsible power, and strive to go and return early on the way.

What else can I say about the trust of His Majesty the Emperor?

The so-called arms can't twist the thighs, not to mention that I still have a little hair.

With the blessings and expectations of the people, I accepted His Majesty's mission with tears in my eyes, and embarked on the road of no return with trepidation, saying goodbye to my former relatives and friends, because I have no hope for this mission that is far away and is likely to be retaliated by the other party. I just pray that for the sake of me just beating their prince into a pig's head, I may leave a whole corpse for me, so that my family can recognize me when they come to me in the future, so that I will not become a lonely ghost and be crushed to death by the Blade Warrior with a garlic bullet in the future.

His Royal Highness the Prince of Poland was like a bird breaking free from its cage on the way, chirping non-stop.

He told me that his Polish name was Misenov, which means beautiful lion, and that he had ten little wives in his house, each with his own charm, and he almost told me that he had polio, and that the soldiers in his entourage thought we were good friends.

Mishenov took advantage of the fact that everyone was not paying attention, put his arms around my neck affectionately, and whispered in my ear: "It seems that your emperor does not like you, this time you planted it in my hands, it can only be said that your luck is too bad, and when you reach my territory, I will return what you gave me." After speaking, he also helped me tidy up my clothes, and smiled with a yin smile.